Life as its known, is never fixed, forever gesticulating in front of us as our eyes come into focus and our minds gather pieces to comprehend
I’m deciding today that my life will be full of creation Intentional creation I’m in a coffee shop, so cliche, here is where I begin
I asked a question this morning, to a deeper aspect of my being (she’s typically called intuition but I find that term lacking)
Something simple, “what should I do this morning”
She said go read at a coffee shop so here I am
I don’t know why she wanted to bring me here
Everyone is on their laptops, myself included, a strange little gallery of people sitting solo at tables for two
I wonder if these people are working their remote jobs Or they’re students clicking frivolously through a syllabus
And here I am, do I look important?
Do I look like I have a thriving online business?
Do I look like I’m writing a thesis?
I read one chapter of my book and now I’m typing nonsense into a document
I hope I look important, too
I don't know why she told me to come here, she told me to start typing
As I listen to her more will she become more clear?
I wonder where she'll take me next.
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